Lost in the Waves

An elven maid there was of old
a shining star by day
her mantle white was hemmed with gold
her shoes of silver grey
Her hair was long
her limbs were white
and fair she was and free
and in the wind she went as light
as leaf of linden tree
Where now she wanders
none can tell
in sunlight or in the shade
for lost of yore was Nimrodel
and in the mountais strayed
The elven ships in haven grey
beneath the mountain lee
awaited her for many a day
beside the roaring sea
When dawn came dim
the land was lost
the mountains sinking grey
beyond the heawing waves that tossed
her blooms of lightning spray
Amroth beheld the fading shore
alowe beyond the swell
and cursed the faithless ship that bore
afar from Nimrodel
When dawn came dim
the land was lost
the mountains sinking grey
beyond the heawing waves that tossed
her blooms of lightning spray
From helm to sea they saw him leave
as arrow from the string
and dive into the water deep
as mew upon the wing
the wind was in his flowing hair
the foam about him shone
afar they saw him strong and fair
go riding like a swan
But from the west has come no word
and on the hither shore
no tidings elven folk have heard
of Amroth evermore